MCA #9, Tuesday Evening

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Steve was doing push-ups. Lots and lots of push-ups. The idea was to wear himself out enough to sleep without dreams. The problem was that it took a whole lot to wear him out. He might have to go for a twenty-mile run after this.

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Which mean Tony was there with beer and a legally obtained bootlegged DVD of the latest Yankee game.

"Steve, open the door before I call the super."

No, he hadn't knocked. He was Tony Stark!

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Steve called through the door, "It's unlocked!" without pausing in his pushups.

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"My hands are full." A case of beer did not mean full, Tony.

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Steve stood, opened the door, and said, "No, they're not," because, yes, a case of beer did not equal 'full.'

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"Thank you," Tony said, moving to brush past him into the place.

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"Please," Steve said with just a hint of sarcasm, "come inside." As he shut the door, he added, "You have heard of knocking, right?"

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"Have you heard of a shower?" Tony countered, going to put the beer in Steve's fridge.

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"I didn't know I was having company," Steve informed him. "I was working out."

He'd been coming up on three hundred pushups.

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"You need to work out?"

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Steve almost smiled. "Well, of course. Otherwise I'd get out of shape." Relatively speaking. Meaning most people would still kill for his body.

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Riiiight.

"You have a DVD player, right?"

No, Tony. No.

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Steve stared at him for a second, then held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Steve Rogers. Have we met?"

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Tony sighed. "I buying you one for next time," He said, shoving the DVD at Steve. "Order a pizza."

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"What do you want?" Steve asked, because it was better not to presume and find out this Tony hated food that rhymed with his name or something.

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"As long as it doesn't have pepperoni on it, I don't care." Tony help out a beer for him. Yes, super soldier be damned.

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"Right, then." Steve took the beer and went to order the pizza. A few minutes later, he hung up and said, "It's on its way. What are you doing here?"

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Tony took a sip of the beer before oh so casually replying, "Tyler told me."

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"Tyler told you what?" Steve asked. He was actually very good at pretending to be oblivious when he wanted to be.

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"You have this habit of running into me in alternate universes, you know," Tony said, going to take a seat because this was far too much drama to stand.

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Oh, hell. "Yeah. We do. I don't know why."

It was called 'fate.' That or 'editorial fiat.'

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"Were you going to tell me?"

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"...wasn't planning on it."

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"Well that's a brilliant plan, Steve. How's the working out going for you?"

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Not so well, actually. "Look," Steve said. "That wasn't you." Even if his subconscious was having some trouble with that fact. "I just...need to get past this."

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"You can start by getting a DVD player," Tony pointed out helpfully.